'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Master, are you worried about something?

"Huh?"

The regular man who was sitting next to me, Isotoma, asked me, unwittingly solidified me.

The place is Easy's. I sat at the far end of the counter from the early hours.

Suey, Neune, and Iberis gathered a little more data from then on, and it took a while to realign the Prototype Gun. I wanted to blur away with those three by myself.

I thought so, but I think I'm probably stupid because I'm here at work drinking cocktails.

I was relieved to make sure Sally's movements were slightly dull but still not crushed.

Then I was just thinking about the 'cocktail' during the day, and today this is another early hour when Isotoma sat next to me.

Then there was no reason for one person to keep quiet, so I should have kept my worries in the corner of my head after all. But they said that at a time when the conversation broke off.

"Uh, does that look like it?

"Uh, no, I don't know. That's a weird way to put it, but I feel a little different smile."

It makes me anxious to be pointed out and wonder if we were having such a conversation on the top of the Buddha.

But Isotoma denied it small.

"That's not it, you're laughing better than usual today," he said.

To put it this way, I thought about it a little bit.

I smile in habit when I don't think about it. Sometimes the smile in business for me is no different than the look on my face.

But the fact that Isotoma was aware of the fact was the biggest surprise.

At the same time, he recognised that he was not only a pleasant regular, but also a boss with lots of subordinates as one person.

"If it's one of those troubles, you can ask if it's okay with me, okay?

The words of Isotoma sounded very fascinating.

But sooner than I could answer that word, the woman next to Isotoma came in bright and pinched her mouth.

"Uh. Isn't that weird, Mr. Isotoma? If I laughed more than usual, I'd say something good happened."

"Oh. Ha, right, right. No, haha."

Following a woman's point, Isotoma laughed after a little pomposity, saying so.

The woman then turns a nibbly eye at me this time.

"So, master. Something good happened, didn't it? What, did Sui finally confess to you?

I responded to her with the same smile without one disgusting face.

"No, no. That's impossible."

"Uh? Well, what do you think of your sister or something?

"That's too attractive for me to deal with myself anymore."

"Haha! Already!"

After I see a woman smile, I also see a chilli and her glass. Is it about two bites for the rest? It's time to take your order.

I look at Phil talking to another female customer nearby. He seemed to care about this one too and immediately interrupted the conversation with the guest he was talking to and comes here.

I confirm it while telling a woman in a slightly playful tone.

"Attractive sister, then. Would you like another nice cocktail that suits you like that?

"Uh, master. Because that's how I try to get him to drink again. That's it for today."

"Oh, are you leaving already? Phil today will always have more interesting stories and delicious cocktails."

Funny story, I put an accent at the place.

Phil, who had come so close, enters the conversation picking up the word and laughing bitterly.

"Mr. General! Why are you hurdling like that?"

"Oh, so you can't talk funny? Even though you're a bartender?

"So, you can, you can."

"All right, beautiful sister. Look, Phil's standing by. OK. All you have to do is ask for a drink."

I pick up Phil's slightly less confident assertion and throw it back at the woman.

The woman who looked at Phil and I interacting had no choice but to tilt her own glass.

"Then spare me the funny story and have another drink. If it's boring, it's free."

"You're responsible, Phil."

"Isn't it because the general hurdled up!

Phil's scream was there, too, and the woman swung out a lot of stories to Phil.

Keeping that conversation under control, Phil goes into work taking orders from women and hammering them moderately. The first female guest he was talking to is also watching how things are going, so it will soon be a conversation between the three of us across Phil.

Where I checked it and reached for my glass, Isotoma told me to whisper.

"... as always, you're the master who makes me take horrible orders"

"There was a classroom and stuff at noon today, and Phil said he wouldn't have a problem with the story."

Isotoma and I had a bad laugh at the same time and then turned it into a bright laugh.

I don't know what you thought of my behavior earlier, then Isotoma turns right back to it.

"So, are you worried or something?

"No, well, somewhat."

"Right or right. Then I'll talk to you."

When older regular customers tell me, I still want to stick with them. In fact, my heart was leaning towards you by accident.

But the words that followed bring me back to reality all the time.

"I just can't get into a cocktail consultation or anything."

Isotoma's face was clearly a joke.

But that joke was enough to freeze my mind.

"Anyway, if there's anything else to do with 'cocktails', there's no one in this city who's more than a master, because he's not in this world. The master is worried. No one can say anything."

"... haha, it would be an honor to have you say that"

Would I have smiled back well? I'm worried, but there doesn't seem to be a problem with Isotoma's condition.

He says and then dries his glass and tells me to nibble.

"But if it's any other concern, I'll ask you as much? What, me and the master are good friends, just a glass of service."

"Was that what it was all about? Okay, I'll double it for evil people like that."

"Hey! Master!

His discerning joke brings my thoughts back to that of customer service once again, temporarily solidified.

But at the same time, he was like, clearly.

The problem with 'cocktails' is that I need to fix it.

Of course Isotoma doesn't know what I'm dealing with. When I find out about that, you'll be able to consult me personally.

But before that, I was the owner of this store, and he was a customer.

This is not my troubleshooting office. It's where we listen to our customers.

How did you even think about revealing your concerns to customers for a moment in such a place? I ruled my heart hard again.

"So what do you want to drink next? Hey, sorry for the luxury."

"That's what double means! You're not gonna be extravagant today!

Two guys laughing at each other for joking like that. The women, who would have listened subtly next door, would have been caught in our story and laughed couscous.

Isotoma returns to the story so as to forcefully cut off such air.

"So, it's a problem."

Phil talked to me about how long I should keep my mouth shut about Isotoma.

"Hey Phil!

"I didn't say that!

To Isotoma's voice, Phil insists on cleanliness with a big gesture.

But we don't have a lot of female regulars who don't get on with such an interesting conversation.

"Ah that's important! Thank you, Phil. Think about us."

"No, I didn't say it!

Women are joking, of course, and it's not Phil who doesn't get it.

But the honesty I deny here is Phil again, and it's often the drunkenness that likes to molest such honest people.

"Again, she's cute, so already!

"Hey Phil!! No more forgiveness!!

"I said no! Enjoy your cocktail now! Mr. Isotoma, what will you do next!

Laughing like trouble, what made Phil grow the next thing he could forcefully connect rather than get into a lot of trouble?

But more and more drunkards will just be happy with that reaction. The conversation went on like this, and it doesn't seem to connect to the order after all.

I don't have a choice, so I'm going to give out the help boat gently.

"Here, Mr. Isotoma. Fifteen minutes for a cocktail. OK."

"That's short! No, I'm not nagging."

"So, what's your order? Oh, I feel like drinking [Blue Moon] or something"

"That's why I'm not extravagant!

Haha, and the laughter filled the store.

Seeing that kind of sight relieves me. Again, you shouldn't reveal my troubles or anything in this place.

The main player in the store is a customer.

It's their job to laugh, they worry, and we lean on it.

That's why I should have this problem myself.

Then I slowly watched the customer smile as I occasionally put out a help boat to Phil.

Trouble stays on my chest.